Hello, I’m Prince Charles, well sort of… Some may call me a flirt, a ladies’ man, even. But, hey, maybe I’m just a nice pup! The babe dachshunds across the street, Annie and Gracie, yeah, they’re lookin’ good. They bark at me every time they see me, but I like to think of it as they’re going crazy – over me, of course. Everybody goes crazy over the Prince. But any pet who knows me will tell ya, I’m no Prince Charles; I’m just Charlie.
I don’t know why the ladies love me – maybe it’s my silky hair, my lean bod, or the scent of my shampoo. Don’t get me wrong, though, I love the ladies, too… but I love one lady in particular. There is this girl, I guess you could call her my crush, but she is the one for me. Her name alone is music to my fluffy ears – Lacie. La-la-la-la-Lace-ie! Her scent makes me drool even more than thick-cut bacon or my brother’s pork chops. And her coat, oh it is as black as the star-studded night sky!
My parents and Lacy’s parents are good friends, so luckily, I get to spend time over at her place a lot. When my family goes to visit my sister for football games at Mizzou, I get to spend the night sometimes! Being the good guy that I am, though, we always sleep in separate crates. I’m old-fashioned like that.
My pals next door, those pesky cats Petey and Buster, give me a hard time about Lacey, but what can I say – I’m head over paws!
So to all the other lady pups on the block – You can sniff, but you can’t touch! Here I am decked out for Howl-O-Ween!